Cleared the air

            Sorry about that panicked entry yesterday. Today the air is scoured clean. Things have settled down, inside and out.
            It was a little thrill to see that our pond muskrat has returned. I witnessed his little humped body, coarse brown fur, sleek and shiny wet, swirl down beneath the water like a breaching dolphin, heading under the cattails. I bathed in the songs and stirrings of sparrows, finches, grackles, phoebes, cardinals, crows, jays, red-winged blackbirds, and robins galore (I’m happy to count myself among their company). Some days I just want to be still and absorb every atmospheric sensation.
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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